Why is our life measured in time? Why can't it be measured in memories? Like that memory when you baby brother had his first lime? That could be sour lime o'clock, every hour would have it's own stories.
Laughing with your friends o'clock. Switched o'clock when your BFF dresses like a transvite. Broken glass o'clock when a random boy through that rock. Sunset o'clock when it was such a pretty site.
If life was measured like that then people would think about their day and be happy. Because instead of seeing it as time that slipped away. It would all be things that might make you slightly sappy. Because you'd realize that you spent your time in a very good way today.
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